Living off Studenten Futter and mini Toast

I'm not accountable for anything posted on this night. I just got back from Vienna and had the urge to blog, lest I forget something important. Now give me a second to think about what I want to say.


Thankfully in Vienna Nick was the tour guide and armed with his ever-trusty National Geographic guide book did we not get lost, nor did we ever lack of something to do.
Got to the city at night after around eight hours on a train. Itching to physically move, Nick and I walked around and found the Opera and the famous hot dog stand that sits outside. We dined with the best dressed Opera goers and plastic silverware. The hostel we stayed at was trying way to hard to be cool, blasting 90's music and Disney classics late into the night made it hard to communicate with the reception. We should have expected that from a place called "Wombats."

Sarah and Emily, two Michiganders, showed up a couple hours later and we just sort of tucked in for the night. Until the Austrian SWAT team decided to bang on our doors demanding information over someone named "Benjamin." No idea, still don't have one and although things turned out for the best, Emily still slept curled to one side of her top-bunk because she was worried the kid below her might try and murder her in her sleep. We never asked his name.

The next day we waited around for Isaac and Sean, two more Michiganders, to show up before getting some world famous Sachertorte. Delish. I think that was one of the highlights of my trip when Emily declared everyone had to get a different dish and then we passed them clockwise around the table to vote on the best. We did some more touristy things for the next day or so. Got lost in a hedge maze and saw Klimt's work. The Kiss is awesome, Mrs. Souva. I thought about stealing it for the art room, but I don't think it'd fit in my carry-on.

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